The Crooked Man
Imagine a society where homosexuality is the pattern of normal behavior and heterosexuality is an aberration, it is a disease that can be cured. HE SLIPPED INTO A CORNER BOOTH AWAY FROM THE dancing men, where it was quietest, where the odors of musk and frangipani hung less heavy on the air. A slender lamp glowed softly in the booth. He turned it down: down to where only the club’s blue overheads filtered through the beaded curtain, diffusing, blurring the image thrown back by the mirrored walls of his light, thin-boned handsomeness. “Yes sir?” The barboy stepped through the beads and stood smiling. Clad in goldsequined trunks, his greased muscles seemed to roll in independent motion, like fat snakes beneath his naked skin. “Whiskey,” Jesse said. He caught the insouciant grin, the broad white-tooth crescent …